Camik Rhonik

Camik walked through the chamber. He could feel the energies radiating through out here. This was a place where the powerful came, and he had just been inducted into a larger world to one of them. He walked towards him and could feel the greatest pull. The greatest source of power trusting that this would be the Spider that Telperien had directed him too. He had told Kirain to wait for him. This was not a place for one such as she. He would meet back up with her after but for now he was on his own. As he entered the room that held the Spider, or so he could only assume he could see that he was not alone. Not surprising, but for now he would wait and observe. He did not know the people here and while he might feel he could burst in and demand his presence be recognized, a true hunter had patience and could watch the surroundings. He wanted to see and hear what he was walking into. He would wait until Exodus would break off from the others and acknowledge him then bow and introduce himself. ”My Lord, I am Lord Camik recently promoted and sent to you by Telperien ” She had never given a title to him so he did not bother trying to figure out her title in the introduction. ”I am at your service.”

Kirain could not believe what had been happening to her recently. She had given herself to Telperien as her servent. Many of her sisters had because that was the best way. Dathomir was not a pleasant place and those that were not strong did not survive. At least not without help. Kirain was smart and she could fight but she did not have any abilities with the magic. For whatever reason the abilities skipped over her. Her mother and her sister had the gift but not her. Her gift was with the bow. She was among the better shots that she knew of and it did not matter to her if she was running or standing or riding the back of a rancor, her arrows always found their target. But Telperien had just given her away to this hairy brute. It was bad enough that the brute thought to use her and it was a male but Telperien had seemed to have risen his stature over her sisters for whatever reason. She was careful not reveal her inner thoughts, a skill that was well honed growing up but her deepest fantasies started to form of slitting this hairy males throat while he slept. **** Camik listened to Telperien tell him what he wished to know about the sisters. It was interesting and he would have to learn more about their magic. It was a different way of utilizing the force and the more knowledge he had the more power he would have. His inner senses could feel his new vessels inner feelings and he could feel the hatred for him rolling off her. It was something he would have to deal with but for now she was in hand. It was time to see if she could mind her manners. He looked at her and gave her a signal ”Introduce yourself to our host.” The Fact that Telperien most likely knew her better than he did was not lost on him but he still went through the motions. ”I am Kirain” she simply said to Telperien ”Perhaps it would a good thing to talk while we traveled. I am interested in meeting this Spider at Onderon ”

”Of course it was fun.” Camik answered honestly. ”The hunt is always enjoyable. Too long was I trapped on that planet with nothing to hunt. I worked on my own skills but people stayed in close groups and the animals provided no challenge.” He looked around at his surroundings. ”I am sure there is more for me to learn though I do not know if you are able to teach it or not. Perhaps what I need to increase my skills is to get tossed at the alliance and the Jedi. Experience can be the best teacher. Allow me to grow and reflect before taking the next step with a mentor, if the Sith even have mentors after this point?” He did not know how closely guarded the Sith would be over their secrets. He had several different Masters at this point and they all took to teaching a different way. He looked over at Kirain ”I would not say I have a slave. I said when they first arrived, turning them into slaves would be a waste. A vassal or maybe a servant that could be of use. Right now though I am more interested in learning about the Nightsisters. You seem to do things very differently from others but at your core your society seems to be much like mine was. Perhaps she could teach me. Maybe not the force powers but i would be interested to see the similarities between our cultures.”

Camik moved through the woods at full speed after Kirain. He was tracking by smell but also through the bond the blood splashed on her. He found it interesting because she had tried to wash it off, he felt the bond go weaker when this happened and had come upon the stream where it had happened. But no matter what she did he could tell where she was. He could feel the feer radiating off her and through the blood bond. The scent of it like an intoxicating drug hitting his senses. He came across a point when the smell told him she had gone to the left but the blood had told him she was to the right. He wanted to follow his instances. They were ingrained into his genes and made him who he was. But this was a training session. He would trust what he was being taught. It did not take too long for Manzo to realize she had tried to lead him of course by changing directions. If he had followed the scent he would have had to follow her direct path, this way had led him straight towards her. As she ran she heard Camik behind her. He was not trying to be stealthy after all, and she started to try and pull branches into his way to slow him down. He did not let this stop him though dropping to all fours to put on a burst of speed. He could use the Force to enhance his movements but what fun was that. This was a hunt and he already had an unfair advantage with the blood. Far too soon the hunt ended though. Camik leapt upon her tackling her to the ground. His sharp teeth on her neck. Her pulse was beating like a drum. He heald the position for a moment longer then eased up. ”Your life now belongs to me. Telperiën may have had your loyalty for how she helped you before but ever beat of your heart is now a gift from me. When you go back you will not speak of this to anyone and go back as if nothing had changed. I may call upon you latter I may not but if I do you will come or know there is no where you can hide in this Universe.” Standing up he dropped a water skin for her before starting to walk back. He was not in a rush and the other two might have beat him back. There was no way of knowing who got their quarry first but truth be told Camik had not rushed it. He had taken his time and let the thrill of the hunt fill him up. Too long had been stuck on that desert planet, it finally felt good to do something again. As he walked back into the camp he smiled at Telperien ”That was fun.”

Camik sat as he was instructed and closed his eyes. His mind cleared as he had long ago trained to do. He did not believe that he had a weak linage but any tool he might learn was something that he might incorporate in the future. Even if his own power was stronger, this was a different way to accomplish the task. After all he could always track through the girls scent but he had decided to learn this method to see what it led to. He reached out and mimicked the writing that Telperien had done. It was cruder as he had never written in this language before but he tried to mimic it as best he could. With that done he reached out to the blood. The blood that he had flung on the girl was apart him him. It didn’t matter how far from his body it was it was a part of him. The Force bound it to him despite the fact he had left his body. He could feel the pain from the knife cut, his blood oozed from that wound. He focused on that pain, embracing it and feeding that feeling of pain into the blood. He amplified the feelings. Pain was good. Pain was life. Only the living felt pain, the dead knew nothing of it. Even this little bit of pain that he had inflicted was something he had embraced, but he knew that the other end of the blood was feeling more of the pain. He did not not know how he knew this but he knew it. It was if the pain was amplified by distance. HIs blood wanted to be apart of his body and was being punished for separating from his body. Most of all he could feel the where his blood was. He borught his senses to the present and listened ot the conversation that went on. It was mildly amusing but it seemed to be a bit naive from the Sarlacc’s perspective. ”Do you not eat? Even if you have someone else hunt those creatures you are benefiting from someone hunting beings that are lesser than you. The hunt is primal and brings strength. Being passive only brings atrophy.” Camik was not a part of this society and yet he could still see. These girls would grow stronger from the experience.

Camik caught the knife deftly in the air as it was tossed to him. He looked at it for a moment before cutting his own palm. The blood pooled in his hand and he could feel his own life apart of it. This blood in his palm was part of him even as it separated itself from his body. When enough of the blood had pooled he turned to one of the sisters and flung it upon them. As he did he took a deep sniff of the girl sent as he did. This was not how humans took in a scent, with their dead noses. When he did his nostrils flared and he opened his mouth to let the scent pass over the organ that resided in his mouth. This was a lesson in blood that she was teaching him and she was using tracking as the medium to do it, that was fine he would take any lesson though tracking was something that was in his blood. Learning to detect from scent was something he learned as a pup. ”You asked me if I would enslave them. This is just one more reason not to. Enslaving them would not produce the results you want for this exercise.” It seemed that even if human hunting had gone out of fashion, something that Teleperien was going to bring back starting with these three sisters. He doubted this would be a straight forward hunt and that just made it sound all the more fun.

Camik awoke with Telperien rousing the camp. He was never one to wake slowly. Years of being roused from sleep abruptly had taught him the perils of being sluggish when he woke. His mind went back to the conversation of the night before in front of the fire. His pride had wanted to respond to the comment of being called a fool. He had started to respond but realized it was a waste of his breath. This Svata would never understand and it didn’t bother Camik in the least if he didn’t. He was here to improve himself and if some stranger didn’t understand the inner workings of his brain then that was too bad. The Sarlac though seemed to offer help a bit too quickly, something Telperien jumped upon when given the opportunity. He did not know what the blood pact would do but he had no doubt that Telperien would use it to her advantage. Hers and her people. He moved with the sisters, wondering what Telperien had in mind for this morning but for now he simply drew in the force and moved as quietly as he could. He had mentally sent the Rancor off to hunt. There was a time and a place to have such a creature but this was not it. Something of its size was powerful but it was also huge and loud. Not something he wanted to deal with right now.

Camik listened to the three speak. Telperien was the only voice that that truly head any sway for him but even her words, while holding some wisdom were not words that swayed him. Perhaps they did not understand him. He wondered how much he should try and explain. It might help his training, it might not. In the end he decided to give a bit more of an explanation. ”Emotions are tools, love, hate, anger sadness all have their usefulness. Hate and anger are strong emotions that have a place in me and while I am not looking for happiness that is not because I am so filled with hate that I have no room for it but instead my experiences have formed me into someone that seeks security first. ” He looked at Telperien. ”Your story spoke of how a sister of great power left and returned only to bring death and destruction to her once home but did not say if this brought her happiness or sadness. Her hate that she had tended bloomed and she destroyed those that she believed had wronged leaving a path of destruction in her path. Her hate had external consequences but what did it do for her? I am guessing she left this place with her lovers and found new things to spend her time on. ” He turned to Svata ”You say anger makes a fool of us all but if I grow angery for you trying to assume that the sum of my experiences have no meaning and I should forget them and I kill you for it, would that make me a fool? Hate and anger are only a tool. Unrestrained anything is a difficult ‘worm’ to control but that dosn’t stop people from loving unconditionally and doing dumb things with that?” ”If I were to take my hate and anger and like the sister turn it to those that have wronged me in the past, working to eraticate slavery. I am sure there would be spill over and innocents would be harmed in the process but in the end I would have my revenge and those that thought to pick up a lash would be more hesitant in the future. I could not do this task with love or compassion driving me. I do not know the people that are already under the lash. I do know those that are not yet born. Pride in my race might be a strong enough emotion but pride is a selfish emotion and only a short stop away from anger. Every emotion can be used and controlled it is only through my Will am I able harness it.” His first master had encouraged him to find his own code. At the time he struggled with the concept and had put it out of his mind but had he stumbled upon the beggins of it? He took a bite of the Rancor and waited for the retort that he knew was coming.

Camik watched the flames burn. The firelight could always be hypnotic and it allowed him to ignore the giggling newcomers easier. Telperien didn’t seem to be bothered by their presence so he could only assume that they were welcome. Or he would be directed to kill them later. Perhaps he would anyway he wasn’t sure. His mind was clear as he delved into her question. When he finally spoke his voice was calm, no anger in it just that of a story teller reading from a data pad. ”Much of my anger and rage comes from my time as a slave. There is enough raw emotions there for me to draw upon for a lifetime. My previous Master … encouraged me to use other emotions as well but anger simply is too easy to not use it. Then having other events such as being sent to a desert plant on a wild goose chase and forgotten simplest adds to my inner pool. But for starting the fire. There was some rage, in that ball of emotion but much of what I have been working with this day is pride. I am a Cathar. Our bodies are warrior perfection and be it a Rancor or a fire it will bend before my will.” He looked away from the fire, his eyes glancing at the newcomers. ”So who are they? I am surprised to find anyone else out here, or did you bring them out here for my training?” He still hadn’t decided what he would want to do with them. Fight them, hunt them, or some other more carmel activity with them. The only thing he was sure was he wanted to complete his training. It had been neglected for so long. He could only work so much on his own in that deserted planet and now he intended to drink up all that was offered to him.

Camik watched the flames burn. The firelight could always be hypnotic and it allowed him to ignore the giggling newcomers easier. Telperien didn’t seem to be bothered by their presence so he could only assume that they were welcome. Or he would be directed to kill them later. Perhaps he would anyway he wasn’t sure. His mind was clear as he delved into her question. When he finally spoke his voice was calm, no anger in it just that of a story teller reading from a data pad. ”Much of my anger and rage comes from my time as a slave. There is enough raw emotions there for me to draw upon for a lifetime. My previous Master … encouraged me to use other emotions as well but anger simply is too easy to not use it. Then having other events such as being sent to a desert plant on a wild goose chase and forgotten simplest adds to my inner pool. But for starting the fire. There was some rage, in that ball of emotion but much of what I have been working with this day is pride. I am a Cathar. Our bodies are warrior perfection and be it a Rancor or a fire it will bend before my will.” He looked away from the fire, his eyes glancing at the newcomers. ”So who are they? I am surprised to find anyone else out here, or did you bring them out here for my training?” He still hadn’t decided what he would want to do with them. Fight them, hunt them, or some other more carmel activity with them. The only thing he was sure was he wanted to complete his training. It had been neglected for so long. He could only work so much on his own in that deserted planet and now he intended to drink up all that was offered to him.

Camik couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Make a fire? He couldn’t remember the last time he had to make a fire to keep warm. Usually he would just go inside and adjust the heat. But as he thought about it he couldn’t remember seeing much in the way of buildings to provide that heat. Perhaps this training was in a remote location and the civilization was elsewhere. Not wanting to freeze he went his new pet out to bring back wood. It could use its massive claws to splinter off kindling. Camik stood staring at what would be the fire and thought about how he would have to start the fire. He was told to focus his emotions into an explosion but would that even work? Could he treat his emotions as a weapon like that? Sure he could use them to hurl someone across the room but there is no heat with that. He stood there deep in thought while the Rancor shredded a log creating a pile of kindling. Eventually he raised a hand signaling for it to stop, it did without question. He focused his emotions, creating a tight ball with them, he needed to excite the air with this. With another roar he released the ball sending it into the kindling. There was no thought of failure as he did only that he would treat this as a new weapon to be used.

”No brute force does not control a mind, brute force crushes a mind.” he said with almost a whisper almost to himself. Crushing the beasts mind was not what he wanted to do but it was the first step. He had stopped the beast in its track it was no longer trying to kill him but he did have its full attention. Camik started at the beast and did not blink. He was a Cathar dominance was something he was born into. He and his people might have been subjected, their true nature had only been suppresses not removed. He took this lesson as he began to use the force to press himself onto the beasts mind. He could feel its hunger and rage and he used it. He used the image of himself and the rage teh beast felt and started to overlay a different emotion to it. He tied the rage the beast felt for Camik specifically and twisted it. He worked to change what triggered the emotions. Hunger would now only be sated when it would be directed by Camik. Rage was no longer directed at Camik but rage was now for everyone but Camik. He could see that Camik was doing protecting it, and looked out for it. Camik worked to bring this beast into his Pride. As he did this Camik let loose a roar. It was a primal sound and one that he had felt he had needed to be done. With that roar he let loose emotions that he built up over his life. The roar was primal, something that all beings would feel in their primal brains. With that roar he cemented himself into the beast social structure and placed his own dominance over it. Camik was the Alpha here and his will would not allow for anything but complete subservience.

Subdue. That was the key to this assignment. It would have been easy to just kill the rancor but he needed to bring it to heel. It was a task he was infinitely familiar with but not from this side of the submission. He would need to be fast and strong willed. He needed to have the Rancor focus on him as he was about to be the only thing in the Rancors world. Of course it would be easier to let the Telperiën be the focus and he attack the beast from its blind spot but where was the fun in that. He understood the theory of subduing a mind with the force but he wasn’t sure of the latest effects and using such underhanded methods might not have the lasting effects he wanted. It might imprint on Telperiën after all. Camik grabbed an arrow out of quiver and bounded forward towards the screaming Rancor. He could feel the anger radiating from the beast. Hunger no longer mattered to the beast only the rage. The rage was heavy and oppressive but was nothing that he had not felt before. He did not suppress his own emotions but let them fuel him. He thought about what he was about to do and how it was done to him. This did not give him compassion but instead enraged him even more. This was the state of the universe. The strong survive the strong have power. Power makes you the victor and never again will the chains ever be around his neck. The Rancor took a swipe at him as he got in close, it was not anything with any kind of power to it though simple size and mass would make Camik fly if it connected. He quickly dodged under it feeling the attack as it came towards him, letting him get even closer until he was able to stab the Rancor with the arrow. Simply using the arrow as a dagger would not do anything to a beast of such size but it would make it focus on Camik. This was the weapon that killed its young. With such realization dawning in its eyes Camik poked it again before jumping back out of reach of the beast. He ensured that there were a few trees between them before his real work began. This was just the opening salvo of the attack, something to make Camik its focus and now that it was focused on Camik, he reached out with his feelings. His Will was stronger than a mindless beast, he let his own anger and hatred fuel that Will. He pushed out the feelings of being subjugated and forced to serve onto the beast making them heavier than the rage it was feeling. Its will did not matter, Its rage did not matter, its grief and hunger were all secondary to the Will of Camik All of those feelings were compressed and placed into a single word as he enforced them onto the Rancor. His voice was quite, merely a speaking voice but it carried with it the voice of command. A sound Masters use when speaking to their slaves. A voice that expects to be obeyed or there will be consequences ”Stop”

Camik listened to what she said and was a little confused at first. She said find the hunger but was that a physical entity or something that was deep inside himself. Was this a weakness or a strength? Camik cleared his mind and reached out with his feelings. This was not the time to let his feelings run wild, that would come later first he needed to isolate what he was looking for. He could feel things all around them, lessons that his previous Master had taught him. Despite pushing his feelings to the side he could feel the frustration of his instructions being so vague. The frustration burned through his calm and fed his anger. His anger was a slow burn nothing that was even sensed from a casual observer but it was there giving him strength. With his anger lending power to his senses, he could feel the life around them. From the smallest creature to the larg… well that must have been what she was talking about. He could feel a large creature coming towards them. It was a creature of unending hunger. Nothing could sate its hunger though it seemed to have sensed something that it thought might feed it. The creature was coming towards them. Camik looked at Telperiën raising one eyebrow then looking in the direction of the creature. ”What is that?” he asked her, his tone interested but unafraid.

Camik listened to her give him far more information than he had been expecting. Despite listening to her explanation it did raise more questions about his future, but those were questions for a latter date. He looked around at his “bleak” surroundings. ”I have seen more bleak places, but then I have seen less. Either way we are not here to sight see. I think any further questions I might have will be either answered later or have a better time to ask. For now let us get down to training.” Now that he was no longer stranded on that desolate planet and back under the tutelage of someone that presumably knew more than him he was eager to see what he could learn.

“ journey into Lordship” Hearing those words put a bit of a gleam into his eye, a hungry one at that. She never did say what that planet was, but it didn't’ matter this wasn’t going to be a beach getaway. She kept talking, specifically on the top of their Lords and Masters. ”I can't’ answer what their deeds and accomplishments are and frankly it doesn't matter. It is our job to surpass them and drive the order forward into new heights. That can be standing on the shoulders or the backs of those that came before us.” His mindset had been shaped by his previous master, but bringing up those thoughts right now would not help him in the least. This was someone new and he had to adapt to meet her expectations. ”You never said your name, what shall I call you?” it was a question that had multiple levels on it but he needed to know. The more he could get out of her the better he would be and if was on the wrong footing with her because of a slight then that would make things that much harder. Now they were off to the jungle, something his fur did not relish but this was never intended to be a vacation.

Camik took another bite as he was asked the question. ”I am glad to hear the Sith lords are cutting the rebels off from their industry. I am sure they will try and put a strong fight which just makes it all the more sweet when we take it from them.” He paused for a moment taking in her obvious question. ”Of course I want glory, is there a Sith out there that doesn’t? Though I am not one that feels the need to flaunt my power racing head first into battle. I do not need my glory to be acknowledged by the galaxy.” Perhaps it was a character flaw from him but he viewed himself as a bit more subdued than that. Being well known in the galaxy had its advantages as well as its advantages. ”So I suppose my question is where are we headed to first?”

Camik sat down at the table, taking a bite of the offered food. It was better than the junk he had been eating for far to long, but then anything with any kind of flavoring was. He took a moment to compose himself before he responded. ”I was sent here by my Master to search for one of his contacts. It seemed that that contact did not want to be found by me and the fight that ensued left my ship a worthless husk, leaving me stranded on that planet.” He did not go into many details past that. This woman look familiar, he knew that she was Sith but there were still things that he would not trust her with. He had given her an answer to get one back in return. ”A far more important question though is what is the state of the Galaxy at large, and specifically our organization.”

Camik’s stride never wavered as she caught up to him. ”You misunderstand me. I did not require such a demonstration. I simply commented on the situation. I have known them long enough that they don’t take offense lightly, and flinging the band around is something they would take offense to.” As the ship came into sight, Camik reached into his robe and pulled out a data tablet and imputed something. Shortly thereafter a loader droid came up to the ship bearing a smallish crate. ”Is this my ship now or simply my transport off this Force forsaken dustball? Either way now that my things have arrived I am ready to go. ”

”I have been call, so I will go.” As more patrons jumped into the fight, others started to open fire on the newcomer, Camik simply turned and walked out of the cantina without a second glance. ”The only question is will I be taking your ship and leaving you with my broken one or will you be on it as well?” Truth be told Camik couldn’t care less and his voice indicated it. Only the newer patrons of the cantina would be trying to attack her with fists. The smarter older patrons would simply attack her with lots of blaster fire. It wasn’t that Camik had trained these people but he had been in the cantina enough times that smarter ones, that is to say the ones that survived, had learned messing with a Sith was not good for one's life expectancy. If that rabble managed to take her down she wouldn’t have been worth much as a Sith anyway.

As the two band members flew into the wall there was a shuffle of noise as nearly every hand in the cantina now had a blaster of some kind in it and was pointed at the new commer, and at Camik in turn. The feeling in the bar was that of waiting, but was it to wait for some unknown signal or was it waiting for the newcomer to move again no one could be sure. The hooded figure did not seem perturbed by this turn of events though. As the newcomer stepped closer to him, giving her short speech, his stance did not change. ”I have been left on this sorry excuse of a planet for all this time and they have deemed me worth enough to return to their fold? Has their numbers thinned so much that they are forced to remember what they have forgotten” He paused for a moment without looking around then spoke again. ”You have come with your proclamation but what makes you think the music lovers in this cantina will let you leave?”

As the soft voice carried through the cantina, causing a moment of silence from the patrons. The silence a clear indication that they did know this name though this was not the kind of place that tongues wagged, at least not without the proper incentive. As if by the will of the force a figure appeared in the door, He wore a worn cloak with the cowl deep enough that it covered his facial features. The cloak while worn was one well cared for, the holes and tears were sewn together and did a good job of covering his body hiding any distinguishing marks. . ”Who are you to be asking for him?” The voice was rough and raspy like the sands had blasted his vocal cords. Despite not being able to see his face and eyes, the intensity of his stare would be easily felt. There was an intensity to it that most would not be able to maintain.

Listening to the bartender, both with his ears and his feelings, Camik heard how the very name he had uttered struck fear into those that heard it. At least those that were locals feared the name. Camik had learned not to let a simple thing like fear rule his life. He ruled fear. He heard the story of the body of the Greater Krayt Dragon. If Canderous Bralor had managed to kill one, it showed a level of skill that warranted caution. But Master would not have sent him to meet this Canderous Bralor if he did not have a skill that warranted his Camik’s attention. ”Something like death is no excuse and is not reason for me not to find Canderous Bralor, give me coordinates to the where this Krayt Dragon was found.” He could have tried tracking from the bar but it was always easier to have a closer starting point. The bartender gave it to him, a bit wary and a bit relieved when Camik walked out of the bar. Eventually Camik came across the remains of the Krayt Dragon. It was still in the process of decomposing, becoming food for the carrions of the land. He wasn’t sure if Canderous was the one that fought the beast but his feelings told him that it was. Reaching out with the Force he could feel presences of the beings around him. One stood out greater than the rest. This was the presence he seeked. Without a word he began moving towards his target. He was unsure how far away it was but he was given a task and something like distance would not stop him.

Camik walked into the cantina. He kept the hood of his black cloak up and covering his armored body. He was unsure what he was walking into but this was Tatooine, and the one thing he could be sure of was he needed to be prepared for anything. This was not the civilized world of the core worlds but instead a havan for smugglers and criminals. The kind of place he used as a port of call before he traveled to Korriban. The cantina he walked into was one he had visited regularly when he visited Tatooine, it was must have been the will of the Force that his Master would send him here. He looked around at the patroons. He did not recognize any of them at first glance. Not too surprising, this was not a place to socialize but a place to drink and conduct business. He walked to the bar and ordered a drink. The bartender wordlessly poured his drink and passed it to him. As the glass reached his lips his cloak pulled back a bit revealing his face, enough that the bartender saw it and his eyes went wide. ”Camik? It’s been a while, long enough that I thought you were out of the game “ Camik took a full pull from the glass before answering. ”It’s me. I had to take a bit of time off from flying. But I am looking for someone named Canderous Bralor” This was not the place to have lots small chat. He was there to get down to business. Now the question was how long and how hard would he have to hunt for the Mandalorian.

Camik watched as the Tie/D lifted off into the air. His head cocked slightly to the side. It almost sounded like his Master did not want him to be a warrior. Had death been that much of a changing influence on him? Wasn’t a Sith at its heart a warrior. Even the scientist fought battles though theirs did not have with a lightsaber. He shook his head and turned to walk towards his own ship. His destiny had not been laid out before him yet. The Force had not revealed that to him but one thing he was sure of he did not want to end up in that bacta tank again and he was going to work hard to ensure that did not happen again. Walking onto his own ship, Camik realized this was the first time he was alone since he had first landed on Korriban. As the ship powered up he pondered this fact. He doubted it would really affect him, after all he had spent quite a bit of time alone before Korriban. With the ship taking off he started to plot a course for Tatooine. This was not a vacation for him, being away from his Master but path for growth.